Imperial Cultivation-Chapter 890 - 886: Encirclement

The martial arts of the Four Great Sects are formidable, focusing on Heavenly Person Martial Arts, making their threshold incredibly high.

To be accepted into the Four Great Sects, one must be exceptionally perceptive and talented, standing out as geniuses among the younger generation.

These two individuals are clearly such geniuses and cannot be underestimated.

She solemnly looked at the two of them.

The two young men approached, cupping their fists with cheerful smiles, "Miss Lu, Miss Mo, how have you been?"

Lu Qingyuan cupped her fists and said flatly, "Young Master Zhou, Young Master Huang, how have you been?"

"Hehe..." The leading handsome youth’s long, narrow eyes slightly marred his good looks, squinting as he laughed, "Miss Lu, have you come out of seclusion so soon?"

"Feeling a bit stifled, so I came out to get some fresh air," Lu Qingyuan responded indifferently.

The round-faced youth chuckled, "I haven’t congratulated Miss Lu yet."

Lu Qingyuan smiled slightly, "Nothing much to congratulate, it’s just a Heavenly Person Martial Art. Your Sect should have seen the Secret Manual by now."

"We have seen it," the round-faced youth laughed, "but it left us puzzled, unable to comprehend it. As expected of Heavenly Person Martial Arts, the threshold is too high. Has Miss Lu comprehended it?"

Lu Qingyuan glanced at Fu Zheng.

Mo Qing snorted, "You’re here to see a joke, aren’t you? Unluckily for you, Junior Sister Lu has just comprehended the Fallen Abyss Sword Technique." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"Really?!"

The two young men looked at Lu Qingyuan in surprise.

They felt that Lu Qingyuan’s cultivation was similar to theirs and she had similar talent.

If they couldn’t comprehend it, neither could Lu Qingyuan; she just happened to gain the inheritance in vain.

Lu Qingyuan said, "Young Master Zhou, Young Master Huang, excuse us, we have to go ahead."

The narrow-eyed youth laughed, "Miss Lu, where are you going...?"

Mo Qing said bluntly, "Do we have to report to you where we’re going?!"

"Miss Mo misunderstand us," the narrow-face youth waved with a smile, "We just thought of discussing the Fallen Abyss Sword Technique with Miss Lu, sparring could benefit and improve both parties."

"No need for that," Mo Qing snorted, "Junior Sister Lu has already comprehended the Fallen Abyss Sword Technique."

"Truly comprehended?"

"You think we are lying!?" Mo Qing said impatiently, "Alright, we should go, step aside."

"...Sorry for the disturbance."

The narrow-eyed youth cupped his fists and made way.

His gaze fell on Fu Zheng.

His eyes scanned Fu Zheng’s hibiscus-like jade face with a light smile, "Who might this lady be...?"

Fu Zheng cupped her fists, "I’m Fu Zheng from the Twelfth Prince Consort Mansion."

"Twelfth Prince Consort Mansion?" The narrow-eyed youth laughed, "I’ve long heard the name."

His smile was somewhat peculiar, with a touch of frivolity.

Fu Zheng frowned, immediately feeling displeasure.

Judging from his look and expression, it was clear this narrow-eyed youth held little respect for Your Highness.

The round-faced youth chuckled, "So this is Miss Fu from the Twelfth Prince Consort Mansion. How does she know Miss Lu...?"

Mo Qing said crossly, "You’re really overstepping your bounds!"

She grabbed Fu Zheng’s jade hand, "Sister Fu, let’s go."

Fu Zheng followed her lead and walked forward, ignoring the two young men.

They cupped their fists, "Goodbye, Miss Lu, Miss Mo."

Lu Qingyuan nodded coolly, while Mo Qing couldn’t be bothered to acknowledge them.

The three women drifted away, leaving the two men watching their backs, glancing at each other helplessly, shaking their heads.

Fu Zheng slightly furrowed her brows, "Sister Mo, who was that narrow-eyed man?"

"Zhou Tianyue from the Qingwu Sword Sect, don’t mind him."

"Qingwu Sword Sect... Why does it seem they hold some animosity towards Your Highness?"

"Heh, what else could it be." Mo Qing chuckled, shaking her head.

"What is it?" Fu Zheng grew more puzzled.

Lu Qingyuan said with a smile, "Naturally, it’s because of the Twelfth Princess Your Highness."

Fu Zheng suddenly had an epiphany and lightly tapped her forehead.

This was an obvious matter.

Many in the Phoenix Dynasty resented Your Highness, mostly due to the Twelfth Princess.

A golden branch and jade leaf, yet also an unparalleled beauty.

Men believed beauties in the world should belong to them, and hatred arises when someone else takes them away.

The Phoenix Dynasty’s young elites nearly all resented Your Highness for marrying the Twelfth Princess.

The three strolled along and quickly arrived at a restaurant, found a private room on the third floor, ordered food and drinks, and began chatting and drinking, feeling quite at ease.

Having comprehended the Fallen Abyss Sword Technique, Lu Qingyuan relieved her worries, relaxed completely, and became very grateful to Fu Zheng, greatly advancing their relations.

Chu Zhiyuan observed this scene, shaking his head continuously.

The bonds of women’s friendship formed too quickly and intensely, so fast it baffled him.

However, seeing those Qingwu Sword Sect and Li Huo Fist Sect guys stirring up some mischief was quite significant, with dozens of martial arts experts converging on the Bu Yun Restaurant as the three ladies conversed heartily.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head.

The trio remained oblivious, still chatting fervently.

Simultaneously, he also shook his head inwardly.

Greed truly makes people foolish, these martial arts experts dare surround a disciple of the Phoenix Sword Sect, coercing her to hand over a Secret Manual.

They clearly believed in overwhelming numbers, assuming they could flee the Imperial City as soon as they acquired the Secret Manual, with the Phoenix Sword Sect unable to do anything about it.

Such naive thinking.

He had no intention of warning them, letting Fu Zheng and the two other women be surrounded by over a hundred martial arts experts.

Among these martial arts experts were even two Venerables.

Not every Venerable could curb their greed; they too desired the Heavenly Person Inheritance.

Chu Zhiyuan speculated they were competing for their sect or descendants.

"Something seems off," Fu Zheng suddenly furrowed her brows, putting down the wine glass.

Lu Qingyuan and Mo Qing were puzzled.

Fu Zheng frowned, "Sister Lu, Sister Mo, do you sense something?"

"What?"

Fu Zheng shook her head, peering out the window, then turned, puzzled, "Why has a group of experts gathered outside?"

Mo Qing peeked as well, "Are they coming for us?"

Retracting her head, she said, "Junior sister, Sister Fu, they’re probably after the Fallen Abyss Sword Technique!"

Reacting quickly, she guessed from the scene below.

Fu Zheng frowned, "Would they really dare make a move?"

Looking around Phoenix Villa was very peaceful, devoid of martial arts experts snooping around.

Mo Qing snorted, "People are driven to extremes for treasure, birds for food, for the Heavenly Person Inheritance, who knows what they won’t do! ...Sister Fu, you should go ahead first."

Fu Zheng said, "Just send a message."

There are quite a few experts in Phoenix Villa who can come to support them; these hundred or so martial arts experts would be no problem.

Lu Qingyuan also peeked quickly and retracted her head, softly shaking it, "No need to send a message."

Fu Zheng was surprised, "Not sending a message? Then we break through?"

Lu Qingyuan laughed, "Just so few people, we break through directly. I heard the Prince Consort single-handedly killed over a hundred Demon Clan experts?"

Fu Zheng nodded slightly, "Your Highness kills Demon Clan as easily as fetching something from a bag."

Lu Qingyuan said, "If he can kill those hundred Demon Clan experts, why can’t we break through these hundred or so experts?"

"This..." Fu Zheng hesitated.

Mo Qing snorted, "These guys just need a good lesson!"

Fu Zheng thought for a moment, speaking softly, "Then let’s break through."

"Let’s go." Lu Qingyuan stood up, opened the door, and walked out.

Fu Zheng and Mo Qing quickly followed, leaving the elegant chamber, and soon saw the stairway on the third floor teeming with experts.

Their spirits lifted upon seeing the three girls, eyes burning with intensity.

Lu Qingyuan drew her longsword and smiled, "Sister Fu, let’s use them to practice the Fallen Abyss Sword Technique."

"Alright," Fu Zheng smiled.

Stirred by Lu Qingyuan’s boldness, she cast aside worries and wanted to act freely for once.

Mo Qing also drew her sword.

"Anyone blocking us, dies!" Lu Qingyuan softly uttered a few words.

"The Secret Manual is on her, snatch it and run!" someone whispered sharply.

People continuously squeezed in from below, the stairs filled with over thirty experts.